Introduction. You may have my hand, and that is all.
Vexation. Is this really what you're making me wear?
Distraction. Hey, what's that ove there?
Concern. Let's just make sure Mum's hair is okay.
Panic. Put me down!
Hunger. Mum's hair lives up to the hype.
Evasion. Leave me alone, I am going for a walk.
Fatigued. I just arrived in New Zealand, and I'm already tired of it.
Disdain. I hate when the wind messes up my hair.
Melancholia. I just want to go back to Kensington Palace.
Revulsion. He might be the Prime Minister of Australia, but I don't want him anywhere near me.
Side eye. I really don't care for your shoes.
Contemplation. My dad is a pretty cool guy.
Delight. Playing with other kids is fun!
Resignation. Another event, another photo opp, every day, for the rest of my life.
Disgust. You definitely need to get your hand out of my face.
Deliberate. You had better give me som attention right now!
Amusement. Mum makes the funniest faces.
Confusion. What do you mean I can't fly?
Rage. Don't dare you use baby talk with me.
Jetlag. I just want to nap with Mum back on the plane.
Authority. All of you have to look at me right now, and forever.
Bliss. Oh my gosh, a pet to play with!
Friendliness. Come over here and be my pal, bilby.
Generosity. Did you paparazzi see the bilby?
Frenzy. I want to go back and play with the bilby this instant.
Apoplexy. I cannot stand one more second of this Australia trip!
Ferosity. Are you talking about me?
Gas. I am a baby, after all.